Who hasn't loved a few scumbags

Song Jianian suffered from insomnia again.

He lay on the hospital bed staring at the ceiling for a long time unable to fall asleep, he was sick all day and refused to be visited by other people, and the doctor came to ask about his condition, and he was listless.He thought about it for a long time under the quilt. The words Song Hanyu told him this morning were like messages on an answering machine playing back in his ears over and over again.

"You are already 24 years old, Song Jianian, do you think you are still in high school?"

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"If we don't take care of the school for you, are you going to do nothing and let the rumors spread more and more?"

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"I always thought that you could improve a bit after seeing more people and things in these few years, but I didn't expect you to stay where you are."

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"Without parents, without me and Chu Wenshan, without the rights brought by this surname, what else can you do? What do you dare to do?"

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"When will you really act like an adult."

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Song Jianian closed his eyes deeply, too many things came out of his whole head because of these words, what had been forgotten, what was still engraved, what was happening, many, many.

He thought that when he came to this city at the age of 12, he was like Grandma Liu who broke into the Grand View Garden, and then he lived in this dry, windy, sandy, bustling city for 12 years. In the past 12 years, he has experienced great changes, from an ignorant child to a Ben three men.In these 12 years, he rarely left. Occasionally, he went abroad to travel with his parents during the holidays, and then the driver took him back to his hometown in Yunnan to see Ah Mu and elder brother. Later, the Song family paid for elder brother to set up a store in the town. Started a small business, bought a house, and when Song Jianian went to visit again, Eminem told him not to move around often in the future, and study is important.

He didn't know why Ah Mu said that, he just felt that Ah Mu was becoming more and more unfamiliar, and Ah Mu's face gradually made him unrecognizable.After that he didn't like to go out even more.

He studied in an aristocratic junior high school with a large area but a small number of students in Beijing.He spent the entire summer vacation studying hard, and finally skipped the third year of junior high school and went to the first year of senior high school. He went to high school with Song Hanyu, and then met Chu Wenshan and a group of people. Mixed together, after that he didn't need to make other friends.

The circle of real high society in the capital is too small, so small that everyone can use it as a topic of conversation after dinner that day.But Song Jianian lived in a circle smaller than this small circle.The people below can't afford it, and Song Hanyu and others have already screened out those at the same level.In his life, the only people he is familiar with are his parents, brothers, and servants.He doesn't join school clubs, doesn't form gangs with any strangers, and never clamors to go to the outside world.In his opinion, there are so many people that are enough.He goes to school, just wants to go to school with his brothers.He missed finance and accounting because he wanted to be Song Hanyu's helper, and he went to study Q University Architecture because Song Hanyu wanted him to go, but he didn't expect that after reading it, he really found interest and affection.

Song Jianian thought about his life trajectory carefully.

In the first two years of junior high school, he didn't dare to take a step when he first arrived. In the three years of high school, he formally established his life circle. In the seven years of college, he was busy with part-time work, busy with heavy professional courses, busy with reading accounting books, and busy with Song Mei's odds and ends in college. He didn't have time to broaden his contacts, and at most he got to know a few roommates who lived with him.

The capital is very large, but Song Jianian's capital is pitifully small.And because it is small, so live in peace.

For so many years, except for the bad things that happened in high school, his life was too smooth and smooth at other times.If you have trouble, go to your brother. If the brothers can't solve it, go to your parents. There is nothing that can't be solved.He doesn't need to worry about anything other than studying.Everyone is behind him to escort him, and he has gradually become accustomed to this kind of smooth sailing.

His academic performance is very good, but he doesn't understand many things in the world, because he doesn't need to understand because of the broad wings of his parents.

He has always felt that he is trying to grow up, trying to be an independent person, and trying to please the people around him.However, he has never gotten rid of his dependence on his parents and brothers in his heart.He knows that he has been wronged, and someone will come to comfort him if he makes a phone call. When he is hurt, someone cares about him and helps him clean up the mess. He can go to the bar to drink without any scruples, and fight with strangers when he is drunk.He was brooding over the failure of the project, blaming this and that, showing off to Lu Shaoyuan, and impatient with his brothers making noise outside the ward.

Because this is the capital city, there are the Song family, Mr. Song Lianghan and Ms. Qi, there is Song Hanyu, there is Chu Wenshan, and there are too many people who help him solve his troubles.

Song Hanyu was right, after so many years in college, he really didn't improve at all.

Song Jianian couldn't help showing a wry smile, and heaved a long sigh.

Perhaps, it's really time to leave the wings of protection and stay in the capital, he may never grow up in his whole life.

But how should he talk to his parents?How to leave this city quietly?Where can he go?

Song Jianian slowly opened his eyes, his brown pupils were as calm as water, submerging all dark currents.

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